Christmas Dinner at the Kitchen

Aldo, my little Latin brother. He is 14 years old and has an older brother named Bryan. Both of them claim me and watch out for me. Both of them have been helping in the kitchen since day one. They are very supportive and loving.









Franci is my "Catracha"--Honduran. Not long after I met her, she began calling me her "Gringa"--American. She has recently gotten jealous with my involvement in Sunday school. She told her mom that I had too many other kids. Yet, whenever I have a chance, this precious three-year-old is in my arms.





Melissa worked really hard to give an elegant touch to the party. These women never have experienced the fancy plates and glassware. At first, you could see the tension on their faces as they were unsure of how to act. Later, they appreciated even the littlest details that were added to highlight the day.








Neither I, nor Melissa, nor Brandy, nor my American friends that came by were able to taste the desserts. The workers and kids cleaned out the table. We Americans didn't even stand a chance.

Each worker and active volunteer was invited along with their families) to join in our feast. Each family left with a tub of goodies as a small thank you for their hard work and service to the community.

From Left to Right:

Back Row: Bryan, Katrina, me, Aldo, Alora, Melissa with Suani.

Middle Row: Reyna with Margarita, Keydi, Xiomara, mom of Ines, Ines, Evelin, Veronica, Iris with Carolina.

Front Row of Kids: Marco, Little Keydi, Alexander, Lesbi, Nicol.

What's been happening?

December 9th at the Kluge house, we had a Thanksgiving/Christmas lunch for the kids at Casa de Esperanza. Melissa worked extremely hard to cook a feast. The food was incredible. However, the fellowship was amazing. Randy, Melissa, Alora, Katrina, one cat, two dogs, me, Jen, Karen, and ten little ones running around. The house was packed with food, laughter, and fun.

December 12th I started English classes. The first day had 5 people while the second class had 15. Word is spreading, and people are excited. I have made up my own curriculum for now but want to do some research when I go to Nashville for Christmas. Each class begins with a Bible verse and ends with a prayer.

Today, the 16th, we had a Christmas party in Mololoa for the paid employees (3 ladies) and the volunteers who are consistently involved (7 teens and 3 ladies)…AND their families. It ended up being around 40 people. Yesterday, Melissa stayed at the house to cook another feast. Once again, she outdid herself. This morning, Randy had to make two trips to take all the food and decorations. We arrived at the kitchen at 10am with the intention to serve lunch at 1:30. “Welcome to Honduras”—I sometimes wonder why I even try to plan anything here. With all the work to do and running around (Randy brought a lady by the kitchen for me to test drive a vehicle) we served at 2:30. Everything was wonderful, and it was funny watching the ladies and their kids try totally different foods. The losers of the day were stuffing, green olives, and cooked carrots. The winners were cornbread casserole, sweet potatoes, and roast. But nothing got left on the table. More about that later…

About the time we were beginning desserts, Randy showed up with 9 people from TN (most of them from my home congregation). They were originally scheduled to go to Choluteca but had several changes in their plans. So, they headed our way. They had yet to eat, and we had plenty still on the table. They got to join in our regular food, but by the time they had finished, the dessert table had been licked clean. Afterwards, they were wonderful to help with cleaning up and helping to prepare the gift baskets we were giving for presents.

As we were wrapping up, two of the ladies came to me asking if it was okay to take home the left-overs from the plates of their kids (we don’t allow them to take home food from the feeding center). I explained that this food wasn’t under “feeding center jurisdiction” and that I would return with Ziploc sandwich bags. Word must have spread because when I returned, I was asked for another 10 bags, then another 10. I ended up bringing the whole box. When it came time to clean up, they had emptied all the regular food and the left-overs from their plates into bags. Each family took about 4 Ziploc bags of food. Even the things they barely touched (like the stuffing) were GONE!

We had a good day. I promise to post the photos later—I have some good ones.

Staying busy

The saying, "When God closes a door, he opens a window" really is true. If you search, you can find blessings in everything.

Last Saturday, Antonio (17-month-old) at Casa de Esperanza (children's home) gave us a real scare. He began to be sick on Thursday. When he didn't show signs of improving, Karen took the hour long drive into town to the hospital. That meant that Jen was watching 9 kids alone. Since I had just sold my vehicle, the girls said that I could drop by the hospital and take the van to come help. So, Katrina and I went Saturday night. I had to leave early the next morning to teach Sunday school, but Katrina stayed to help Jen. That afternoon, we all drove out to Casa to relieve Katrina while I stayed again. Jen had gotten sick that day, so for the next two days, she was unable to help much with the kids. I went back and forth in the morning and at night Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Last night, Antonio and Karen were able to come home.

I had been so busy with the kitchen that I had felt like I couldn't go out to the children's home. However, when I made time to do so, I was extremely blessed. I have several great stories but will have to sum up the best of it with Jen's blog. I cannot even begin to express literally everything half as good as Jen, so please, click on the link below.

Let me first say that I had just finished my long drive into Santa Ana. Immediately when I walked in the door, Yovanny drug me to his room to show me his birthday presents. Upon returning to the family room, three kids approached me with other news of the day and to greet me. While they were hanging on me, the only adult in the room announced that she had to immediately get home. She barely said hello to me. 10 seconds after she walked out of the door, her 12-year-old son (who was planning to spend the night), informed me that 15 minutes ago, Fernando drank some of the liquid in a container. Here is where Jen's story comes in...

http://calledandcompelled.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-in-life.html

Just one of those days...

Do you ever just have “one of those days?” No matter what you do, nothing seems to work out. You try everything you can think of, and then just fail at your goal.

Yesterday was like that for me. I started early and picked up a friend to hit several shops to get the kinks worked out of my car. Such as, one sun visor and a side panel covering are missing. A month ago, I took the car to a mechanic to fix one window. He was successful in that but somehow disabled the driver side control for all the windows. So, things like this, I wanted to take care of before I tried to sell my car.

And I had a deadline. The day before when Luis and I researched cars to buy, we met a lady who was more than eager to help sell my car (for an extremely low commission). We had stopped by more out of interest than to actually buy—her company was advertising an Expedition for $14,000 and a Ford F250 for $12,000. My budget is looking quite a bit smaller than those, but I thought—hey, why not? I now know that God was leading us to this place. Come to find out, the two cars belong to a missionary who came in 1998 and is looking to go back home to the States. So, he might be willing to part with one for a much lower price. But, this isn’t the best part. She said she had two different clients who were looking for a Trooper (my car). She called, and one guy wanted to meet that day. I replied that I needed at least a day to get the car together.

So, from 7am to 2pm, I ran around all over creation. And I accomplished nothing except a car wash. No one has the parts for Isuzu and what they do have is expensive. For example, a junkyard charged me $1.50 for a sun visor. When I called the only place in town with Isuzu parts, they said it would be $40 for one new sun visor. Yikes!

So, I just prayed and asked God to sell the car if He wanted to. I wasn’t too worried—it was after all, my first day to try to sell it. I have heard different numbers all around the same figure. So, I had a number in mind and the lady had already told that to the guys looking to buy the car. However, right before I met with the gentlemen to show the car, I had a meeting with a mechanic/car salesman to see some cars at his lot. He said that my car was worth more than I thought and that I should raise the price once the things were fixed. So, when I met with the men…

I sold my car. I sold my car. I sold my car.

I am still dumbfounded. I got exactly what I asked for it. The funny thing is, if I had accomplished the things I had set out to do, I would have spent my money with the original price in mind—which means I would have lost money. So, when I had “just one of those days,” it was God taking care of my financial needs.

So, my car is sold. I saved the headache and money of trying to find the parts and fix the window controls. I didn’t have to meet with lots of people and go through the hassle of advertising my car. I have money in the bank to purchase a more common brand. One of those days turned into a great answer to prayer. Thank you to all of you who have been lifting me up to our Father in Heaven.

I hope you have “just one of those days”!

Continuing my first two weeks

Friday…We tried to switch things up and try something new. Normally, we go shopping EARLY on Saturday morning. While I was in the States, Randy found out that the farmer’s market is open on Friday as well. So, Evelyn, Katrina, Josue, and I traveled down in the afternoon. Everything went well and the best part was the ability to sleep in on Saturday. I set my alarm for noon—I was ready to get as much sleep as I could. I woke up at 8am. Oh, well. I still enjoyed my day free and was able to visit with some friends here.

Sunday…I walked into the classroom to find four small chalkboards with pictures and my name written all over them. The kids had written me about 40 little notes (I love you, I miss you, Hurry back, etc.) for me to find when I got back.

I continued this idea during Sunday school class. We talked about different ways to make God happy. The two we emphasized were singing praises and encouraging people. So, we made cards to give Melissa. She has been in the States for awhile now helping her sick aunt.

Monday…back to the kitchen. Everything was normal in Mololoa. We had spaghetti—the ladies like to cook spaghetti on Mondays. Then, Katrina and I headed to the house. As I rounded the last corner in our neighborhood, the generator (or whatever that huge thing is) was hanging half-way off the pole. A tree had fallen directly onto the pole splintering it in half. When I got inside the house, Alora said the power had been off since 1:00pm.

This had to be the best night I have had in Honduras in a long time. I had so much fun that night being the big sister. I have never had sisters and (for the most part) have thoroughly enjoyed my time with Alora and Katrina. They were afraid of the dark, spooky night. Everywhere I went they were right behind me. We ordered pizza, played cards, and laughed all night long. Katrina turned in early while Alora and I played Monopoly (I won—just ask Alora about it). Then, Alora and I went outside to spend an hour and 15 minutes doing laundry (the towels and aprons from the feeding center) by hand with no running water. Alora would go scoop buckets of water out of the cistern while I used the pila (Honduran, cement scrub board) to wash.

Tuesday…first thing in the morning, I dropped my car off at the mechanic because it had been making a scraping noise Monday night. Now, I know it is the bearings in the rear tire. My poor car—the roads are so rough here that I am always taking it to the mechanic for something. All cars here are like that but mine is worse, because it is an Isuzu. What I didn’t know when I bought the car was that Isuzu is not popular here, and the parts cost an arm and a leg. I have been looking at the classifieds with the help of my friend who is a mechanic. I am hoping to be able to trade in my car (without spending any money) for a brand that is more common. So, the routine check-ups will be on a normal cost scale.

I am learning that the culture differences are never-ending with Honduras. So many things seem normal to me, and I forget that my norms are not the same as those of my new friends. Two examples…fridge supplies and bubble wrap.

Because of the power outage, we loaded up the truck with food from the freezer and fridge to eat at the kitchen. I was unloading items into the fridge at the kitchen while Evelyn looked wide-eyed at my work. Finally, she gawked at me and said, “So many types of food! Why do you have so many different kinds of food.” I glanced at the packages of lasagna, shrimp, beef, chicken strips, and vegetables and just replied, “Because we like them all.” That was the best answer I could come up with. For her and the other workers, we were unloading a buffet of extravagant food—for me, it was a normal necessity.

How many of you could spend endless hours with bubble wrap as a child? I remember LOVING the stuff, but I grew out of it. On Monday, I gave Oneyda and Evelyn their birthday presents (frames kept safe with bubble wrap). They felt that the bubble wrap was the highlight. I was somewhat amused at their “immaturity” when I realized that they never had the enjoyment of bubble wrap as a child. They said that they enjoy popping it whenever they are lucky enough to get some. It was sweet to see them take so much pleasure in something so small.

On the way home, we stopped at Baxter Institute (preacher school here in the capital) to visit some students who worked in Mololoa for a short time. Just like a college student majoring in education would go and visit schools, these students go out and work with local churches for time periods. They worked in Mololoa for about 3 months. Leo, Sebastian, and their wives proved to be great additions in the work force. They have become great friends and Christian leaders that I admire.

During our visit, they expressed that they wanted to work again in Mololoa during their vacation time (December until February). However, they have to find sponsorship, because the school does not provide for them during this time. We want them to work with us, but the church cannot provide any financial help. If any of you want to help see the church here grow and mature, I ask you to consider helping financially with these families. Their living costs are an average of $350 each month. If you would like to help in this matter, please E-mail me from the link on the left side of my blog.

And, as always, continue to pray for the community, the church, and the feeding center. I love you all!
Jen

The value of a dollar

Wow! What a crazy week! My first week back kept me busier than I had remembered.

Wednesday…On my first full day of work, a mother of three (5-year-old and 17-month twins) approached me with tears in her eyes, because she could not feed her family. She asked that I allow her to bring her twin boys to the feeding center. Our rules say that the minimum age is 2 years old. Once you break a rule for one person, it is impossible to go back. So, I had to tell her no, which was hard. However, I told her that I would try to help by spending my personal money (not that of the feeding center) to buy some baby formula.

Thursday…I decided to spend some quality time with the workers’ kids (usually 6 kids and one baby) in the daycare. Katrina has spent every day since the kitchen opened with the kids in the classroom. I thought she could use a break, and they were so stinkin’ excited to see me. The best part was the 12-minute nap time.
However, around noon, someone rushed to me in a panic saying that a child was dying. In the chaos, I quickly gathered that one of the volunteers had a one-year-old baby a short distance from the kitchen that her mother was babysitting. The mother had come down to the kitchen screaming and crying that the baby was dying. Aldo and Bryan jumped into the car with me to drive to the baby’s house while the mother, grandmother, and Josue (a good friend) roughed it up the mountain on foot. We all got there at about the same time, and found the baby crying (which was a great sign). The mom with baby and Josue joined us in the car to rush to the nearest emergency hospital. As we drove, I found out that the baby wasn’t eating or chewing anything but stopped breathing for a few seconds. Then, he coughed up some blood.

At the hospital, two doctors inspected him and had no explanation. They only said he had a slight cold and needed medicine. So, after a good scare, we were all relieved to see the baby return to normal behavior. For the doctor’s visit and three medicines, it cost about $7.

Two mothers, three babies, $15. I have learned a different value to money since I have been here. I remember when I was a teenager and began paying for my own things. All of the sudden, I learned to take better care of my possessions and watch where I spent my money. My parents were glad to see me learn “the value of a dollar”. Here, it is an all-new ballgame. A dollar can go so far. For these two mothers, $15 means the world. Many of us spend $15 like it is no big deal. Here, it means life and death for babies.

Love ya,
Jennifer

Back in Tegucigalpa

Yesterday I returned to Tegucigalpa. My trips to Gatlinburg, Nashville, Sarasota, and Ruskin went well. I was blessed to spend time with friends and family and meet many new people. Thank you to all of you who were involved in my presentations. You all were very encouraging, and I hope to hear from you soon.

My welcome back was incredible. Before I left, I estimated my return to be on the 15th, and Randy repeated that while I was gone. When I bought my ticket for the 14th, Randy didn’t inform anyone so that I could surprise them. He picked me up from the airport and took me straight to Mololoa. By the time I arrived, the groups had already finished eating, but the ladies were still working. So, Randy went up to distract them while I hid in the car. I got up most of the way before I was spotted by one of them. Then they came out screaming and smiling. There was a big group hug; Oneyda and Evelin were so overcome with joy that they cried.

Then, the kids heard the adults making so much noise that they came barreling into the commotion. I have never had so many hugs in such a short period of time. Every corner I turned, I heard my name. Every kid wanted to play—so, of course, that’s what I did. I had pulled an all-nighter preparing to leave and was “dead-dog” tired. But something about kids can refresh you. However, when we arrived at the house, I fell asleep on the couch before dinner time.

The welcome continued as I was able to spend the day in Mololoa as the groups came through. I would like to say I worked, but I found myself visiting and playing with kids. A special thanks from the kids goes out to Jenny Lovell’s family. Today with their fried plantains, rice, beans, and tortillas, the kids received candy. They were so THRILLED! It was an unexpected treat that they loved. Buying candy for 200 kids isn’t a regular thing in our budget, but Jenny’s kids were gracious enough to share their Halloween goodies.

Thanks to all of you for everything!

Love ya,
Jennifer

Join us for spaghetti!

Do you love spaghetti?

I love spaghetti!

The kids love spaghetti!

If you want spaghetti and are in the Nashville area, I would love to have you come to a fund-raising dinner at Western Hills church of Christ (directions below). We will talk about Honduras, enjoy some fine cuisine, and spend money on auction items (examples include: private music lessons, private athletic lessons, Nelson England food, outdoorsmen gear, jewelry and beauty products, restaurant and store gift certificates).

All proceeds go to fund The Manna Project. With your help, 300 kids will receive food daily.

Donate to a good cause and eat out with your family for only $12 for adults and $8 for kids.

6:00 p.m.

Tuesday, November 7th

Western Hills church of Christ

From I-40:
· Take the Old Hickory Blvd / TN-251 exit (#199)
· Turn right onto Old Hickory Blvd
· Turn left onto Charlotte Pike

Por Fin...Finally

The feeding center “The Manna Project” is finally running. Can you believe it? I can barely believe it myself…well, except for the non-stop work. Melissa and I are heavily involved with everything right now as we begin. However, things will slow down for us as the workers and children get down the routines of the kitchen.


Here we (Melissa, Evelyn, and I) are on our first shopping day at the market. Every Saturday there is a “farmer’s market” type place open. It’s huge! There are a lot of vendors, so we are able to find good prices and still have a good selection. The only catch is that we have to arrive at 7am. Whooo, it’s early.








Our last day before the big opening, we kept ourselves busy with the last of paperwork for the kids. Each child has an ID card to be able to enter at a specific time. The idea is that we won’t be bombarded with too many kids at one time. We have groups of kids who enter at certain times of the day. Our first group is at 10:30, and the last group is at 1:30. As of today, we have approx. 200 kids daily. We have capacity for 400 and expect the number to grow as word gets out.





Our first Monday! And what a day! We had planned to serve rice with chicken and vegetables. However, we had some trouble with the stove and couldn’t get the rice or the chicken cooked in time. So, at the last minute, we started spaghetti. As you can see, the kids enjoyed it.
















For much more information and many more pictures, visit the Kluge family's blog listed on my page.

Continue to keep us all in your prayers,
Jen

What I learned in Quebrachitos

1. Cracking 120 eggs takes longer than it took for the chicken to lay them.
2. Cooking 120 eggs in one pot can be used as a training technique for the arms of body-builders.
3. Beans and sour cream go with everything.
4. Tortillas serve as silverware for 5-year-olds.
5. One single hot dog can be sliced into 176 pieces.
6. Lastly, and maybe most importantly, I look good in an apron and chef's hat--just ask Jordan :)

Melissa and I have found three wonderful women to help us start the feeding center in Mololoa, and we wanted to receive training for all of us. We were able to get in contact with a woman who runs three feeding centers here in Tegucigalpa; she has been extremely helpful and simply a blessing from God. She allowed us to volunteer at one of the centers not far from Mololoa. I have loved every minute of it. My favorite part was when the ladies were discussing the differences between American food and Honduran food. After I mentioned some of the fruits and vegetables located in Honduras that I have never seen in the US, one of the ladies asked (while I was cracking the 120 eggs) if we had eggs in TN. So, I don't know who learned the most--me or the Hondurans. However, we all benefited, and I am pleased to announce that the feeding center in Mololoa should be opening in less than two weeks. Please keep EVERYONE in your prayers.

Don't hate me because I have a classroom.

Okay, okay, okay...I confess all tonight! The rumors are true that you have been hearing...I have secretly hated all of you who have nice buildings in which to teach Sunday school. Well, "hate" is a strong and probably not nice word. Technically, I have been extremely jealous. But no longer...

We have been constructing a building beside the church to be used as a classroom for our 50-70 kids who come each week. When we first started teaching, we had around 40-50 kids outside. Then we were able to move into the kitchen building for a few weeks. Once items (such as a fridge, stoves, etc.) were moved into the kitchen we were forced to move outside. However, by then, we had gone significantly up in numbers. So, my hair was slowly beginning to turn gray. Any of you who have tried to occupy 70 kids at once realize the demands. And let me point out that it isn't "just 70 kids"--there is an age range of 2 years old up to 13 years old.

Well, today (amazingly, on my 13th month anniversary) I was able to teach in a building. It was INCREDIBLE! When we were outside, discipline was hard with the distractions and little kids always wandered off into the church. Today was one of the best days we have ever had. God is so blessing my life with these kids, and I was able to see clearly how much I enjoy them when I am not chasing them down. Seriously, I almost wept when I saw the door on the room--A DOOR! Yes, a door! Do you know how wonderful doors are when you have 2- and 3-year-olds?

A block building $1,000. A metal door $50. Being able to lock in the kids...priceless :)

Thank you to all of you who have slaved over the land to prep as well as the hundreds of pounds of concrete that were made this summer. I LOVE YOU (more than words can say)!

Jesus es poderoso!

Today, God opened my eyes to His powerful spirit. As Melissa and I prepared the Sunday school lesson, we had no idea that it would hit home with us, too. “Jesus is Powerful”.

Here in Tegucigalpa, many of the churches have two sides full of chairs. One side is for the children while the other is for the adults. I have yet to understand all the details of this, but the most important reason is for when the children are dismissed for their children’s worship during the adult worship.

When I first arrived at the church, there were five members present. Slowly, the church began to fill. I watched as the two sides began to bulge as we continually added chairs. When the kids left for worship, the adult side was full (30) with about 4 standing while the side for the children (approx. 55) had surpassed “packed” as we had already wrapped chairs around that were recently added.

Before we dismissed the kids for worship, I began to reminisce of the days when I first visited the Mololoa church of Christ. Back in January, the Kluges invited me to worship with them in a church they had been involved with since November of the previous year. I was shocked when I saw that the adults consisted of the preacher, his wife, the student-preacher from Baxter, his wife, two sisters, and one married couple—a total of four families with two of them working for the church.

How POWERFUL is God, who can bring this church family through all the muck that it has gone through in the past 2 years. This church was hurting and broken when I first arrived there. Then, it slowly began to heal and was crushed, again.

So recently, the Kluges and I have fought the devil hard to show Jesus to this community and church. The Lord has given us an incredible amount of patience, wisdom, and strength for the daily walk. Please continue to pray for the endurance of this church and for God’s healing touch.

Love ya,
Jennifer Michelle

Starts with goodbye

Thanks to my good friend Meredith, I have found myself listening to Carrie Underwood a lot these days. One of her songs has hit me recently; read along and see what you think.



Starts With Goodbye

I was sitting on my doorstep.
I hung up the phone, and it fell out of my hand.
But I knew I had to do it,
And he wouldn’t understand.

So hard to see myself without him.
I felt a piece of my heart break.
But when you’re standing at a crossroad
And there’s a choice you’ve gotta make.

I guess it’s gonna have to hurt.
I guess I’m gonna have to cry.
And let go of some things I’ve loved
To get to the other side.
I guess it’s gonna break me down.
Like falling when you try to fly.
Sometimes moving on with the rest of your life
Starts with goodbye.

I know there’s a blue horizon
Somewhere up ahead just waiting for me
Getting there means leaving things behind
Sometimes life’s so bittersweet

I guess it’s gonna have to hurt.
I guess I’m gonna have to cry.
And let go of some things I’ve loved
To get to the other side.
I guess it’s gonna break me down.
Like falling when you try to fly.
Sometimes moving on with the rest of your life
Starts with goodbye.

Time heals the wounds that you feel
Somehow, right now.

I guess it’s gonna have to hurt.
I guess I’m gonna have to cry.
And let go of some things I’ve loved
To get to the other side.
I guess it’s gonna break me down.
Like falling when you try to fly.
It’s sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life
Starts with goodbye.

I guess I'm gonna have to cry.
And let go of some things I've loved
To get to the other sideStarts with goodbye.
The only way you try to find
It’s sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life
Starts with goodbye.



When I think about it, I have said goodbye to a lot of things, places, and people throughout life. We call it “change”. The name doesn’t soften the effect we feel.

Today, I am reminded of how I am saying goodbye again. When I moved to Honduras, none of us (including me) knew how long it would be. One year was completed on August 3rd. It has not always been easy on me, as well as the people I love. I wish I could take away the pain that some of you are feeling. The only thing that helps my pain is the fact that I am doing what God has called me to do. I am 100% sure that this is where God wants me. And thank you to each of you who support me. Please continue to pray for the kitchen, the church, and all of us here. I love you and miss you.

Delayed at the airport...perfect time to blog!

For the first time in EIGHT YEARS I am in the United States during our Independence Day. It is really weird to be here...I definitely feel out of place. I am in the Miami airport awaiting my flight. Of the estimated 15 conversations I have heard since landing, one has been in a language I do not know, four have been in English, and the remaining were all Spanish.

Even more culture surrounded me when I joined one of the many groups of people watching the Alemania game against Italia. I was able to see the last 10 minutes--and what a ten minutes! Those last two shots were amazing. And did you read the information on the second guy--he is 31 years old! How do you have such skills at that age? Isn't that supposed to be past the peak. I love to watch soccer; the skills of these guys are beyond my comprehension. I do good to jog or run...but all that footwork, too! Anyway, good job Italia!

And it only leaves me wondering what is going on back in Honduras. Everywhere we have gone the past week, the people in the community are announcing scores to keep us radio-less and TV-less people somewhat in the game. And yes, I already miss Honduras; I have only been gone for 9 hours. I guess you can put the girl INTO the country, but you can't take the world out of the girl. [Does that make sense? Just say yes.]

As I "celebrate" this holiday, I reflect on how America has been thrown together. The airport is the perfect place to be to see that. I keep find myself wondering if the different people I am seeing are Americans or not. You can't tell--seriously, you really can't. But, hey that's the melting pot/salad bowl that we are. I am thankful for my heritage and what it was originated in...freedom from persecution of many types (including religion). I am grateful that I am able to praise my Lord without fear. My fellow Americans, take advantage of that blessing today on this special day.

April, May, June

Okay, it is about time that I did some review for you…

April 5th a baby shower was given for one of the wives of a teacher at school. I was asked to do the cake. I made two styles—one plain square and a set of blocks that spelled out B-A-B-Y.












April 10th through 17th was my Spring Break from school. The Belpre group from Ohio was here, so I was blessed to be able to work with them. They gave away clothing and food in Mololoa as well as building some houses.

May 6th we had our traditional “first Saturday of the month VBS.” Fabiola did a great job teaching the kids. We brought cards for the kids to color and give to their moms for Mother’s Day, and they LOVED it!

May 14th Mother’s Day! Today we (Fabiola, Melissa, and I) began teaching Sunday school class. (You may be wondering…oh, only ONE Sunday school class; that’s not too bad. Well, there is ONLY ONE Sunday school class for all of the 60-90 kids, ages 2-12 who come every Sunday.) We began, of course, by teaching about how wonderful mothers are and how we should appreciate them. The kids had fun making flowers out of tissue papers. Also, we made flower arrangements for all the mothers; they received them when they left that day.












May 20th VBS with Terry’s group—so cool! Melissa had an idea truly given by the Holy Spirit. We split up the kids into boys and girls for basically two different themes. The boys learned about perseverance and “running the race.” Afterwards, they played relay games. The girls, oh the girls—we had a beauty lesson about how important it is to be beautiful inside and how God sees us as such. Then, we cleaned up these dirty but beautiful, precious little girls. They treasured every minute and those who did the cleaning were blessed enormously.













May 26th the container from Terry Reeves came to Tegucigalpa. And, boy, did we have fun unloading it! Actually, we really did because of all the nice surprises for the kitchen. Terry had his stuff as well as supplies for the kitchen. THANK YOU to everyone that had a part in this.












May 27th we added some more paint to the inside of the kitchen. Terry bought a beautiful color for us and then had his group do the initial painting. As of June 23, 2006, the building is completely done, half of the equipment is provided, and we are going door-to-door getting information from the families to prepare the work to be done. Continue to keep us in your prayers as we finish up the prep work.












June 2nd was my last day of library classes! In other words, NO MORE KIDS, and we began closing up shop. Now, don’t get me wrong; I love kids. However, by the end of the school year, most, if not all, teachers are ready to get a break. Yet, I have always had a heart for the “inner-city” schools. And this private (AKA rich) school kids have driven me crazy—especially when you look at their doorsteps. For those of you who know my background, this sounds funny after my twelve years at a private school. Don’t get me wrong; I loved them all. But Ezell also trained me well about how much farther my heart could stretch to follow God. So, God has led me to other paths that have made me much happier than the “rich crowd.”

June 3rd I received a fabulous anniversary gift with the presence of Mark Connell’s group (including their 35 translators—seriously, Mark, where did you get so many?????) for leading our “first Saturday of the month VBS.” It was such a tremendous answer to prayer because we were really beginning to feel overwhelmed by teaching Sunday school—which they taught the next day, as well. Thanks guys, especially Hannah and Raquel, for your hard work and patience.

June 11th and 18th have been two Sundays where we finally broke down and split up the classes for Sunday school. Now, ages 2-6 stay in the kitchen (since we aren’t using it for a kitchen yet, the finished building works great for a classroom) with Fabiola and Melissa while ages 7-12 go outside the front entrance of the church building (kind-of like a small porch) with Bryan and me. For these two Sundays, it has gone well. So, continue to pray for the continuing Sundays. Baxter Institute (Bible college) is sending us a married couple some time in July. The wife is eager to help with Sunday school—we are eager, too. :)

June 16th was the last official day of school. All the kids and most of the teachers have gone. Everyone was ready for the break. I have seen maybe 5 students at the mall or in restaurants since the end of school. But, of course, I have found more work to do. So, I am working approx. one hour every day in the library. I prefer a little every morning as opposed to missing whole days of the groups because of unfinished business.

June 13th Gayle Davidson’s group came, but I have not seen the group much. I was blessed to be able to see Gena, Dalton, and Dylan. I love that family and am so happy they were here.

June 19th Katie, Hector Gustavo (Randy’s translator), and I drove to San Pedro Sula, which is about 4 ½ hours outside of Tegucigalpa. Katie was only able to fly out of this city to be able to take Kariño back to the States.

June 20th I spent my first work day with another group (led by Cary Hadley and Keith Boyer). They have done A LOT in Mololoa this past week. That day, I helped with the medical clinic. I was the “receptionist” who took down the information for the needs of the patients before they entered to see the doctor. Things went calmly as 50 people were seen that day. Wednesday, they saw about 130 more patients. They have built so many houses in three days that I have lost count—maybe 5, maybe more.

[Sidenote: more details and pictures of these things can be found on all or some of the following blogs—Kluge Family, Fabiola, Katie]

Until I come to Nashville on the 4th of July, take care and know that I love you all.
Jen

I know, I know...

I have recently received some negative responses about my lack of correspondence...in other words, people are complaining that I have not blogged in awhile. I have also slacked in the E-mail department. SORRY! With all my love, I promise to send updates soon (this word is used loosely, by the way).

Love ya,
Jennifer

P.S. Yes, I am alive. ;)

I Used To...

I used to complain when: the line at Wal-Mart was too long, the hot water heater broke, and those construction crews took three months to fix one tiny stretch of road.

Now, I know people who complain when: they don’t have money to buy groceries, they can’t bathe because the river has dried up, and the roads are full of holes and aren’t lined.



I used to be afraid of: my car breaking down, being late to work, and gaining weight.

Now, I know people who are afraid of : getting robbed on public transportation, not being able to find a job, and their infants dying from lack of nutrition.



I used to worry about: what I would wear to church, how many calories were in my meal, and what people thought of me.

Now, I know people who worry about: clothing their growing children, how many times they will be able to eat this week, and who they can find to love them.



Things are different here. Some parts of the life are just plain worse—I’ll give you that. Other parts are just different (not wrong) and just need to be adjusted to.

I am adjusting to some but find myself constantly thinking about those people who never needed to adjust. Why did God give me the opportunity to grow up in the U.S.? Why not them?

The only answer I have is this…
“ You will be made rich in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.” ~2 Corinthians 9:11

This verse talks about material blessings as well as talents to bring praise to God. I believe I have been blessed materially as well as mentally and spiritually. The Christian education I have received has been a rich gift that has prepared me for the spiritual battles I have had to fight.

In what ways are you rich? Materially? Physically? Spiritually? Mentally?

Use those treasures to praise God every opportunity that you have.

Close to my heart

For those of you that read my blog (or the blog of the Kluges) on a regular basis, you have heard two names often—San Miguel and Mololoa. They are two communities directly beside each other; they are so close that most people consider the entire area to be San Miguel. However, the church property sits in Mololoa. This area is where I have spent a great deal of time the past several months.

In this location, child neglect is a problem. Sometimes, it is a problem because the father wants to spend all his earnings on alcohol. Sometimes, it is a problem because there are seven people in the family and the family’s daily income is $2 or work is not even available. And, sadly other times, the children aren’t given love or care because they are not wanted.

Franklin is usually dirty and barely clothed. When we had the VBS, he was wearing a pair of pants with both back pockets torn out, leaving holes at his bottom. The bad part was that he had no underwear—so we kept being flashed his little bum.

This little baby is often seen naked. He is shy and doesn’t come around much. When my mother game him bananas and cookies, he was ecstatic.

Can you imagine not knowing where your next meal would come from? These children are innocent and helpless. They are unable to provide for themselves and have no one to care for them properly.

Some are forced into adulthood. Lesby is six years old, yet she cares for her younger sister and brother. She loves spending time with the Kluges because she gets to actually be a kid and play.












Walter is eleven years old. He has dropped out of school, because he is the wage-earner. His father is in jail, and he now has new responsibilities as the eldest child. His mother (who is pregnant) has bad asthma and can barely go anywhere on the mountain. She stays at home taking care of her other children and making tortillas. Walter then takes the tortillas into town to sell.

Stories like these are how the idea of a food kitchen came to fruition.

The feeding center will provide one meal (lunch) each day of the week (Monday-Friday) to children. It will not be necessary for the children to attend the church or be members. However, we will encourage and model Christian behaviors, as well as invite children to worship.

The building construction is being funded by an anonymous donor. The funding for the payment of workers and the purchase of food is still open for donors. Based on a similar program in another community, the estimated cost of food for one month is $1,000. We also have a need for items to be used. Below you will find a list of one-time donations and continual purchases. Think LONG-TERM. If you are able to help in any manner, we would be glad to hear from you. Please post a comment or send an E-mail.

Refrigerator
Freezer
Microwaves
Food processor
Mixers
Water cooler that holds 5 gallon jugs
Commercial size pots and pans
Mixing and serving bowls
Cooking utensils
Cutting boards with heavy duty knives
Plastic plates, cups, and bowls (for approx. 400 kids)
Silverware
Paper products (paper towels, etc.)
Salt and pepper shakers (plastic)
Dish drainers
Plastic storage tubs (all sizes)
Plastic Tupperware (all sizes)
Ziploc bags (all sizes)
Large trashcans
Trash bags
Liquid anti-bacterial hand soap (lots)
Dish soap
Fire extinguisher
Shelving units to store food and supplies
2 big Igloo drink coolers with spouts
Mops, brooms, buckets
Cleaning products (liquids and scrubbers)
Towels, rags, hot-pads
Hair-nets and disposable gloves
Aprons
3 pad-locks with the same key

Continually requesting your prayers,
Jennifer, the Kluges, and the children of Mololoa

What can you believe?

ALLIGATORS CAN FLY


















[I am studying the accuracy of Internet sites with my students, and I am using this for their learning process. I love you all and miss you in the States.]

Vacation Bible School

This past Saturday, a new project began in the Mololoa community. Melissa had a great idea to use the first Saturday of each month to host a mini-VBS. It was thrown together at the last minute because we were too busy having a great time with my parents and David Marble while they were here the past two weeks. However, it turned out great!


The lesson was given by the preacher's wife. She did a good job telling the kids about Jonah (while I held up pictures from a book--imagine that, the librarian with a book). She also led them in songs, which they love.








Then the kids colored pictures and ate lunch (peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chips, juice, and cookies). Last, we watched the VeggieTales version of Jonah. Let me tell you: it is funnier in Spanish. :)















I'll keep you updated on future lessons.
Love y'all,
Jennifer

Okay, Terry, you win...

Okay, yes, you win...no more sandals, flip-flops, etc. I have learned my lesson.

Every Saturday, I like to go to Mololoa and visit with the community. I have some guys and gals up there who have captured my heart--literally captured. I love going to see them; all week, I look forward to the weekend to spend time with them.

Today, I went in my flip-flops. What can I say, I have a tad of a rebellious spirit in me that loves the fact that I can break that TORCH rule a little. All I can say is that you shouldn't work with shovels, pick-axes, and poop mud while wearing sandals. Yes, Terry, you are right on that one.

Now, most of you who know me are confused, because I am fairly intelligent. When I left this morning, I had NO idea I would be working on "moving a mountain". [I love that phrase.] When I got there, I found Oneda working at the church with the two preachers and a few other members. They were clearing out an area next to the church for a classroom to be built on. Well, you know me...I love to help in any way, especially physically.

So, I got straight to work...but truth be told, I had more fun playing with the kids there. The kids of the parents working all know me. I adore them. Today's fun little game was "Gringa...Catracha." These cute little girls liked peeking around the corner of the church and getting my attention by saying the slang term for American. As soon as I looked and grinned, they would run off giggling to another corner of the church. They loved it the most when I would call them the slang term for Honduran.

So, I had another great afternoon. Working, playing, loving. They are what I do best.

Love you all,
Jennifer

March 3rd at Mololoa

We went to see the family of Carlos to bring them food and check on them. The father had lost his driving job because he received a ticket. When you get a ticket here, they take away your license until you pay it. Well, Carlos didn't have $5 to pay the ticket, so he was out of work. Can you imagine? He couldn't provide for his family because of such a small fee. Randy took him to pay it, so he should be working now.

Happy Anniversary!

The Lord has blessed me tremendously since I have been here. August 3rd was my first day here. Since then, on the 3rd of every month, something special has occured that I can only describe as a blessing from God. Each time, I am reminded of how God wants me here.

This time, I was honored to spend the weekend with my good friends from out of town: Anibal, Terry, Ben, Brett, Brian.





So, here is how it went...
Terry and crew flew in on the 2nd. Several of us met up together at the Kluge house to have a wonderful dinner prepared by Melissa. The next day, Katie and I took off of work to go around with the scouting group. Throughout the long weekend, we traveled to Valle de Angeles, Santa Lucia, Mololoa, and Comyagua. It was good getting to spend time with these great Christian leaders.

My story for the week gives me hope for how God will continue to use me this year. The morning of the 4th, several of us loaded up to travel to Baxter Institute to meet up with Carlos (a student of the school who agreed to show us around Comyagua). When we arrived, Carlos was there along with the main preacher of the Comyagua--which was a complete God thing because we were intending to meet him in Comyagua. [Things like that happened all the time--God's hand was evident everywhere we went.] Neither Carlos nor the preacher speak English. Terry turned to me and reminded me that my ability to speak Spanish comes straight from God. And that when it is needed, the Holy Spirit guides me to understand. Well, I said a quick prayer to myself and jumped into interpreting between Terry and the preacher. It was awesome! I love to see God developing these talents for His glory.

It was by faith...

For about a month, Jen, Karen, Katie, and I (and sometimes our roommates) have been meeting on Wednesday nights for a personal Bible study. We have a true fellowship with dinner and study and laughter. We have all learned a lot about our Lord and each other. Tonight, as we read Hebrews, Jen encouraged us to write our own “It was by faith” chapter of our life and how people have encouraged us in our Christian walk. Here is my faith chapter. Thank you to all of you who have helped shaped my faith.

It was by faith that my parents, while the financial means were not easily available, sought a Christian education for my childhood. Through thick and thin, they showed me love and patience.

It was by faith that the Alexander family adopted me as one of their own. When times were full of distractions, I was given the attention and love of a sister, daughter, and grandchild. There is no doubt that I would be in a different life without their influence. It was by the self-less love of Courtney that gave me the courage to seek my dreams.

It was by faith that two men, Gary and Russ, and their devoted spouses provided a constant uplifting example and leadership.

It was by faith that Terry introduced me to the love of my life. Through faith, he and his wife taught me how to love life and love those who run the race with me.

It was by faith that Mama Joy brought me under her wing. She showed me how to stay strong through the ups and downs.

It was by faith that Alan taught me the beauty inside and out. He gave me the joy of laughter when tears longed to flow.

It was by faith that two female coaches gave me the strength and discipline to fight for what I want.

It was by faith that Becky and Jayne gave me guidance and love so that I can pass it on to my students.

It was by faith that a friendship formed with another young seeker of God—Esperanza. She assured me of my talents and encouraged me to seek my hopes.

It was by faith that Wendy lovingly let me go when jealousy did try to bite.

It was by faith that a new friend, Danny, gave empathy and understanding when others judged.

It was by faith that an old friend, Sparky, endured pain and hardship for me without speaking an unkind word. He gave me support when trials awaited him.

It was by faith that a bond was formed with all of my family here (that have gone as well as those who remain): the Hines, the Kluges, Katie, Karen, and Jen. They are teaching me how to rely on God for all my needs and desires.

It is through faith that I anxiously await the plans He is unfolding daily. I wait for the places, the people, and the actions that are to come that bring me closer to Him.

The more the merrier

After Gustavo's party, Karen, Jen, Katie, and I headed off to Tony Roma's to have a birthday dinner with Dilcia and her kids (Oscar, Fabiola, Alex). It was a great spending time with all of them.


























Dilcia was surprised when the employees brought dessert and sang to her. Dilcia got to experience how it feels to be the center of attention and truly special to friends. I love being a part of that.

Catching up

Do you know what the Superbowl is good for? Catching up. Don’t get me wrong…I am watching the commercials—that is what counts, right? So, here I am at the Kluge house where we are having a Superbowl party while eating Honduran food cooked by a true Honduran—Fabiola, Jen and Karen’s friend that works for the lawyer. So far, the homemade chips and dip is to die for! (5:45 pm) I’ll keep you updated. But let’s play catch-up.

If you read the blogs from Katie, Jen, Karen, and the Kluges, you will see the stories about Gustavo’s birthday party. I highly recommend you read them; they will uplift your spirit and bring a smile to your face. It may be late, but I have my two cents to add about January 24th’s activities.

The day was FABULOUS as a whole, but my favorite of the day is Jonathan. He is an amazing young boy who has been through a lot already. Several months ago, he fell out of a tree that hangs over an embankment to a stream full of large rocks. He had a lot of injuries that put him in the hospital for some time and in a body cast that made walking basically impossible. He had only finished the last of his recovery process (removing some pins) a week before the party.

I did not know he was going to be at the party and was thrilled to see him. Watching him hobbling around was incredible! He has such a strong spirit and was determined to make it through the pain. I went back and forth visiting but always stayed near Jonathan. I was honored most when this boy, who had not participated in the piñata because of the pain he was already having, asked me to go up into the playground. I gave him my full attention and went where he went. Other boys were pulling me in different directions, but I let Jonathan lead the way.

But there is more to the story to bring a smile. Maybe this is a “you just had to be there”, but I will share it, anyway…

One problem here in Honduras is the amount of trash and pollution. For the most part, the people just don’t know the kind of distress this puts on the land. They are uneducated in these matters and have learned since childhood to litter and think nothing. Some of us here are trying to show alternative methods and teach them the importance of properly disposing of the trash. “I said all of that to say this” (that’s for you, Gary).

On the way home, Katie and I piled in eight kids to take back to Mololoa. One of them was the precious Jonathan. I handed out gum and took the time to tell them (in Spanish, of course) to throw their trash in the floor of the car instead of the street. All of the sudden I heard, “Yo no hablo español.” HA! HA! Good ‘ole Jonathan…he makes me smile.







Okay, half time and I’ll write more later. And I smell some great food coming from the kitchen where Fabiola and Melissa have been working. If any of you cares, my favorite so far is the commercial with the “crime deterrent" Sprint phone. Did ANYONE like the Burger King commercial with the dancing sandwich toppings?

This is why I am here.

Okay, to catch you up…
This past Saturday, Randy and I traveled out to San Miguel (Mololoa) to work with the preachers. It was incredible! I finally spent a Saturday completely in the community. The three preachers (Leo, Sebastian, and Mauricio) went around and spoke with members of the community. Randy and I “stood around looking pretty.” Actually, we did a little more. We had a blast meeting people and making connections. The kids enjoyed having us there—almost as much as we enjoyed them. I can't wait to go back. This is why I am here.





I am here to help with material needs...Just look at this picture closely. Do you see the house made of several types of materials? Do you see the tens of houses that hold hundreds of people in the background on the side of the mountain? God has blessed me financially, and I can "afford" to help this community.







I am here to give happiness...Aren't these girls precious? Wouldn't you love to see them smiling instead of sad? I strive to bring joy (even if it is through them laughing at my Gringa accent) every moment I see them.









I am here to play...Yes, I love to have fun with these kids. How boring would life be if we didn't find time to play? Here is Randy showing Miguel how to be a big kid.
















I am here to be a mentor...This is Marvin. Like many young boys and girls here, they are desperately seeking the attention and love of someone. Sometimes, they find the wrong people. Marvin's example in life is his older brother of 15 who has been into drugs and recently ran away to join a gang. Marvin misses his brother and has a lot of sadness and misplaced anger. All of us living here are constantly seeking to make a positive difference in his life before he turns towards the path his brother took.









I am here to share God's Word...In this picture, Leo is speaking with Oneda about spiritual matters. Although, I am unsure of these abilities, I realize that God is strengthening me and giving me the words to share (even in Spanish) when they are needed. Please pray that I will grow closer to God as well as develop my Spanish so that I can do His work more actively.

Now I ask, Why are you where you are?

Gustavo

At the end of the afternoon, Randy asked Gustavo (Oneda’s five-year-old son) if he wanted to go home with him. Randy always asks Gustavo and his little sister; it has become a joke basically. They say yes at first, but then they change their minds when they get to the car. This day, Gustavo actually came. He was so precious!!! For whatever reason, he took to me while traveling. I stayed at the Kluge house for several hours playing with him. His favorite thing was the millions of things that Alora could make with clay.


His first driving experience seemed to go well. He didn't know what to do completely, but he got the hang of video games in a short while.








Spending time with him just reminded me of the scripture where Jesus has the little children come to Him. We should all be as innocent, precious, and loving.